When these two meet, a point of time is ours.

And earth's green banner shakes.

The warm Southwest awakes,

The world shall know itself and where it stands;

The heavens are out in fleeces,

Thought of the girl we love from cold.

Ashine with the light of the doing of right:at the gates of the

Thought of the girl we love from cold.

And speed the service of the nest;

A City clothed in snow and soot,

With sound of its own hungry quest;

Her shivering Spring feigned fast asleep,

Their faces are a glass to greet

The blotting cloud a dappled pack,

crown is Apollo's,

When these two meet, a point of time is ours.

'Tis the faltering friend, an inanimate land, may drag a great soul

The grasses one vast underhum.

by him shall be written,

When they do meet, it is our earth inspired.

Desire of times unripe, we have these two,

Play spectre upon eye and mouth:

The world shall know itself and where it stands;

For a Heracles in his fighting ire there is never the glory that

But now the North wind ceases,